Ventorino Kingdom - Fall or Collapse (14)
"Mmph!"
Clara’s body shuddered.
The pleasure that crashed over her was on a completely different level from what she could give herself. The depth and size were exactly the same, and yet being held by the head and forced down onto it felt so much better. Her breath caught in her throat. The feeling of being dominated by her master. Clara loved it.
"If you don’t want to choke, breathe through your nose."
"Hngh...!"
Valdes began shaking her head in earnest, while at the same time snapping his hips lightly and driving his cock deep into the princess’s throat.
"Mmph! Hmph! Khk, mmph, cough...! Hh, hrrmmph...♥"
Even Clara, who had started by enjoying it and then gradually letting out pained sounds, was now, somewhere along the way, spilling sweet little nasal noises and clamping down hard around his throat.
Valdes, too, delighted in the living throat-orifice the princess was so diligently tightening around him. The inside of the mouth swallowing his cock trembled furiously, and her teeth brushed against the shaft in tiny, careful scrapes. But it didn’t hurt; if anything, it felt even better. He liked the way Clara strained herself trying not to bite him.
Thwup-thwup-thwup-thwup!
He briskly tapped against her uvula, and the tip of his cock burrowed deeper into the princess’s throat. From within, wet, obscene sounds spilled out as if he were thrusting into a cunt. Clara’s coughing fits mixed in here and there, and every time they did, the throat-pussy tightened around him even more.
"Hoo, yeah. It really does feel better when I do it myself."
"Mmph, hgh, mmph, mmmph...!!"
"Right? You think so too, don’t you?"
"Khk, ngh, mmph...!"
Of course, there was no way she could answer properly. Instead, Clara curved her eyes into crescent moons and sent him a clearly positive reply with her expression.
The way he was ravaging her throat made her breathless and teary-eyed, and yet the princess was panting with pleasure. On top of that, she wore a blissful, eye-smiling expression. That imbalance stirred Valdes’s cruelty, and his urge to dominate her, all the more.
As though the little he’d done so far had only been a warm-up, he seized her head with his other hand as well. Then he drove his hips harder and shook her head even more violently.
"Ugh! Mm, hngh, hrrgh...! Glhk, ngh, mmph, hm...♥"
Valdes was fucking her throat with such force it looked as though he might crush it apart.
And yet even under that ferocious, merciless treatment, Clara felt happy.
This was it. This was the treatment she wanted, the treatment she had hoped her master would give her. Not the kind of neglect from before, the sort of indifference that told her to handle it herself.
Harsh treatment, the kind used on a slave who was little more than property. And yet her master clearly knew how to meter it, roughening her up only to the limit she could endure. That was impossible unless one understood her body perfectly.
Within that cruelty, she could feel a subtle tenderness. Clara loved that. Loved being fed her desires while at the same time being treated as nothing more than a tool for lust. That was the real self she had only discovered too late.
And it was a taste her fiancé could never satisfy.
Haaah... Master...♥♥
With a silent shriek of happiness, Clara was dragged by Valdes’s hand and shoved headfirst between her own thighs. When his hot breath, escaping with a nasal whine, brushed against her pubic hair, it shivered softly.
And then she saw it too—the prelude to his climax.
Thwunk-thwunk-thwunk!! Thwip, chhk, slrrrk... thump! Thump!!
"Ngh! ...Hoo..."
The rush of orgasm rose quickly from the depths of his balls. Valdes didn’t hold it back at all.
"Hoo! I have no idea how many times I’m going to dump my load inside you today! Seven, maybe?"
"Mmmph! Hnn, ngh, mm, mmph, mmm...!!"
"Sorry, but I can’t make out a damn word you’re saying! Let’s call this the eighth load already... Hah."
Blurt, blurp, blurbblub!! Blurp, blurrrsh... gloop, gloop... hicc— ...!
The fresh, still-warm sperm—barely born more than a few days ago—traveled a long way and poured into the depths of the woman before him. Unfortunately, it was not into her lower body, but into her upper one. Still, the journey was made less lonely by tens of millions, hundreds of millions of companions all filling her belly white together.
"Ngh, ...haaah!"
Valdes thought it a waste to leave all that cum inside Clara’s body, so he yanked his cock out of her mouth in a hurry.
Pewt...! Pfft, pft! Pffrrt, pshht, pshht...!! Pfft, pffrrrsh!!
"Hrk, heh...! Khh, kehk! Hh, hheh...♥"
Clara desperately swallowed the great gush of semen flooding up from her stomach and throat. What couldn’t fit in time smeared her face pure white. Under the shower of thick, sticky, milky fluid, the princess’s body was instantly plastered with cum.
Valdes’s cock seemed to like the princess’s throat-pussy, because it kept pumping out semen with unabated enthusiasm. Thanks to that, Clara just sat there passively taking it on her face before eventually opening her mouth and beginning to drink down his seed with abandon.
"Hoo, you really did spill a lot...."
Even Valdes was surprised by how much there was.
Was this what happened when humans kept using something—did it develop the same way muscles did? The more he used his cock, the more he felt like various things were growing in this state too. In particular, he could feel that his ejaculation volume had increased lately. As if, ever since the Demon King unlocked his ability to impregnate, he were being nagged to hurry up and get the other women pregnant too.
...Now that I think about it, that’s a ridiculous thought.
With a quiet laugh at himself, Valdes looked down at Clara.
"Hhh, hngh, hheh... haa, haah, hrrhn...♥"
"Haha, well now...."
Clara was rubbing her face eagerly against his cock, which was now slick with semen and saliva, grinning in a vulgar, sloppy way. Because of that, the face already covered in a heap of cum had been spread wide with it, as if she were wearing a face mask.
"You really were born a bitch, weren’t you?"
"Woof♥"
The princess closed her eyes and let out a puppy’s bark in a look that would have shocked anyone who saw it. She could barely even open her eyes properly, thanks to the enormous amount of cum smeared over her face. It was a little filthy, but Valdes was satisfied.
"Well, I’m the one marking you as mine with my cum. That makes me a total stud, too."
"Hek-hek♥"
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead and do whatever you want."
"Woof♥"
Barking like the sound she believed a dog made when it was happiest, Clara narrowed her eyes and brought her face back to Valdes’s cock. This time, what she did was a little different from before.
"Hngh, mm... smooch, smooch. Mwahhh...♥"
She pressed her cum-smeared lips against the tip and suckled it the way a child might nurse at a breast. She meant to draw out every last drop of semen lingering in the urethra.
"Sluurp, smck, sluurrp... hngh, hrk, gulp. Mm, hehghh, hhaah...♥"
Clara was making filthy little sounds as she suckled at the urethra, and only after no more semen came out did she slowly pull her mouth away. A long silver thread stretched from her mouth to the tip of his cock, then snapped when it struck the droplets of cum running down her face. The way it fell onto her chest could not have looked any lewder.
"Haah... hehhe...."
"Looks like you’re more satisfied than I am."
"A, hngh... master...♥"
It wasn’t really a scolding tone, but she lowered her head toward the floor all the same and fussed at him like a spoiled child. With the cum stuck all over her face, this was about the most adorable thing she could manage at the moment. Valdes snorted with amusement and let her know he was pleased.
Snap.
"Huh...?"
The wet, sticky sensation coating her face vanished in an instant with the sound of a finger snap.
Clara’s eyes flew wide open in astonishment as she looked up at Valdes. Her master still wore a faint smile, as though it were nothing at all. At that confident, unshakable expression, the princess was certain of it.
Valdes was no ordinary man. He had infiltrated the Ulsro Kingdom and approached her for some purpose of his own. Taking into account that he was part demon, he was probably connected to the Demon King’s army. And yet Clara simply laughed it off.
It didn’t matter now, even if it had in the past.
No matter what Valdes’s true identity was, no matter what purpose he had for coming near her.
He was already her master.
"Nngh...♥"
As though she had learned something new about dogs in the meantime, Clara barked with even more varied little dog sounds than before and rubbed her face against his foot.
"Not as a princess. But as a bitch... that’s a very fine attitude. Isn’t that right, Clara?"
"Woof♥"
"Haha, good. This should be enough."
"Woof?"
Clara tilted her head, not understanding what he meant. But Valdes’s gaze was fixed not on her face, but on her lower abdomen. She was kneeling with her knees drilled into the floor, so it wasn’t easy to see in detail, but he could tell that the mark carved into her had also reached the fourth stage.
"Clara."
"Woof!"
"You’re my slave, and my bitch."
"Woof!"
"So if I tell you to do something, you should be able to do it. Whether that means betraying your fiancé, or... betraying your father."
"......"
Silence began to settle over the room.
Amusingly enough, Clara didn’t care about the first case. In a way, her fiancé Lloyd was the one she ought to have loved more than her father, but her heart had already drifted away from him. She was only still bound to him by the engagement, and because Valdes had told her to keep acting as she always had.
But her father was different.
The king of this nation, Marc de Ventorino.
She had seen with her own eyes that he frequented brothels, and it had been proven beyond doubt that he was cheating. Even so, he had been the king who led this nation and this royal house, the patriarch of the family.
But silence never lasted forever.
"...Woof!"
"Right. Late as it is, that’s fine. Either way, you and your mother... it’s already too late for you to get away from me."
"Woof♥"
She was right.
Clara thought it over.
As for her mother, she didn’t know. But she herself was definitely too late. She had already fallen so completely into the pleasure and happiness he gave her that there was no climbing back out. She could never return to the version of herself who knew nothing of this kind of bliss, and now she couldn’t even imagine it.
She loved power and liked the common people.
But more than that, she loved Valdes’s cock, and the pleasure it gave her.
"Listen carefully. I have five days left before I go back. I’ll tell you the plan for that time."
"......"
"By the way, you’ll be the first to hear the details."
"Woof...♥"
First.
That word sank deep into Clara’s ears.
It was so delightful to be told she came before Queen Katarina. Even if it had been her mother who first shared a bed with him, Clara wanted to be the one who came before her in Valdes’s heart.
There were probably other women around her master, she thought. Given his looks, the ease with which he handled women, and the way he obviously liked them, there was no way Katarina was his first, and it didn’t seem likely he had only one or two others either.
And among them, there was bound to be a woman he truly loved.
Even so, Clara didn’t mind.
As long as she could receive his love, and his cock, she felt like she could endure being pushed back in line for a long, long time. It would be enough if she were just a little bit ahead of her mother. That was how sincere Clara was about him.
"First, Lloyd...."
The princess, having firmly made up her mind about many things in her heart, immediately pricked up her ears when Valdes began speaking. As his explanation continued, Clara’s expression changed again and again.
She was shocked when she heard the truth about him that she had never known. And when she heard the plan to bring Lloyd to mental ruin, she wondered if it really had to go that far. Still, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed better to do things Valdes’s way.
That way, even after Valdes left, Lloyd wouldn’t be a nuisance, even if they didn’t bother breaking off the engagement. If he were the one to break it first, that would be fine too. He would have no evidence to present besides her own testimony. Clara believed, with complete certainty, that her master would protect her.
"And on the night of the fourth day, everyone in your family except Alfonso will gather in one place."
Valdes continued speaking as calmly as ever, as though it were all nothing at all.
But the words that followed brought her a new shock.
"Exactly four people."
"......Woof?"
"Yes, that’s right. I’ll introduce you to your hidden new family member. Of course, you’re only half related by blood."
"...!!"
Intelligent Clara understood at once what he meant.
A bastard child.
Given the situation, it was highly likely to be her father’s illegitimate child.
After all, if her mother had been pregnant, there would have been no way to hide a swelling belly.
"And there, I’ll tell you everything—my identity, my purpose. Everything."
"......"
"You might be pretty surprised, but our Clara doesn’t mind, do you?"
"Woof♥"
Even when he called her name as if he were calling a dog, she liked it.
So Clara showed him just how much trust she had in him.
She turned her back, pressed her forehead into the floor, and lifted her hips. Then she spread her legs and stretched out both hands to pry her sex wide open for him.
"...Good. Then let’s fill you up twenty times tonight."
"Woof♥♥"
Before long, the princess’s bedroom was filled with a heat wave that was just like the one that had swept through the queen’s room the previous night.